So You're Dead.... Now what?

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After leaving the Dursley’s, their first stop was Malfoy Manor. It was unoccupied except for a few house elves now that Draco’s mother was permanently glued to his godfather’s side, and his father had presumably toddled off to that never-ending pit of fire, along with his hideous master.

Lying back on his huge king sized bed as Harry Potter kissed the inside of his thighs, Draco Malfoy reflected that, all in all things had certainly turned out much better than he had anticipated.

In fact, things had changed so much in such a short period of time that it was truly mind-boggling.

Harry nibbled on the sensitive strip of flesh that lay nestled just behind the Slytherin's balls as he slowly inserted one long finger into Draco’s pouting hole. Much better indeed.

Harry raised his head, ogling Draco’s cock hungrily. His eyes fixed on the pulsing blood vessel just beneath the head.

Draco barely had time to groan out a protest before a ravenous mouth covered the head of his cock and he felt sharp fangs graze the throbbing vein. The most obscene slurping noises he had ever heard and Harry’s greedy suction drove all thoughts of objection right from his mind. The finger inside him became two and then scissored, opening him wider in anticipation of his master’s cock.

Draco’s hips bucked upwards as the probing digits raked over his prostate, but Harry held his hips down with one hand and suckled at him, greedy, almost rough.

Just when he thought that he couldn’t take anymore without his seed pouring down his lovers throat; Harry pulled away and flipped Draco over onto his stomach brusquely, forcing him up onto his knees as he insinuated a leg in between the panting blonds and shoved them apart.

The Gryffindor grinned evilly as he stared down at the abundant white flesh displayed so enticingly before him. The elegant curve of Draco’s back, the full, ripe buttocks just begging to be taken. Harry leaned over, opening his mouth and allowing the blood he had just drained from his lover’s veiny shaft to drool out between his lips, grinning as Draco shivered at the feeling of the sweet red nectar pooling between his arse cheeks.

Settling himself into place behind Draco, Harry slowly teased the head of his cock in between the blood soaked crack of his lover. Sliding the hard flesh up and down until it too was drenched in the red fluid.

Harry rammed into him so hard that the bed rattled underneath them and Draco let loose with a wail of
excruciating pleasure. Harry’s blunt fingernails left shivery trails of sensation on Draco’s skin as they raked along his sides and hips.

Draco groaned, making whining bitch noises in the back of his throat. He stuffed his hand in his mouth to muffle the un-Malfoy like sound being forced from him, then tried to grind back on Harry's cock.

He heard Harry’s gleeful chuckle at his wanton behavior but really couldn’t be bothered to care. All that mattered was getting more of that thick pole inside him. He might not ever get enough of it, of Harry.
The way the Gryffindor’s dick felt; working inside him, unbearably delicious, amazingly hot, dominant
and hungry. It was as addictive as the blood he craved and Draco had no intention of ever doing without either one.

The pain was exquisite. The pleasure was blinding. Harry joined to him in flesh and blood with no barriers between them. The cock pumping in and out of Draco was only a small part of the fusion taking place as the world shattered around him and stars exploded behind his eyes.

Dimly the Slytherin vampire was aware of his masters howls as the very foundation of Malfoy Manor shook with the wild magic being released along with Harry's orgasm. Relentlessly, Harry Potter crashed through every fence ever erected between them then and claimed his mate, body and soul. Forever and eternally. Finally.

Of course, they were madly in love.

Next stop: Dumbledore